Silent Prayer

Lyrics

Hey lady, I think its time we had a talk I mean you know what [Verse] You know what I think its time we had a talk I mean you know what Yeah, 700 on the bubble you can double check Me and shorty matchin' Nikes that's a double check I know your jumper wasn't wet tryna shoot a shot Ya'll niggas posted on the block like a humble man You coppin two for fives Analog world without computer jobs Bitches gas my head until its super size True life it's like 3-D image I'm just tryna stay winnin' But they just wanna see me outside Fuck that I might slide to Blue Ribbon Chicken Hol' up you witnessin' the glow up from the floor seats I'm not done 'til I'm sittin' in the Porche seats You want the verse but you really can't afford me Prices goin' up, Y's on the rise never slowin' up Caught you by surprise when I'm showin' up Showin' up after hours, you actin' sour I'm fresh like I hopped out the shower and feelin' blessed Keep the stress to yourself Might take a hit keep the rest to yourself I'm a say less let the product do the talkin' for me We could make a track but you really just a target to me To me yeah Yo, we keep tradition like Sunday prayer You could stare from a distance Tryna see me ride pay the entrance Son, I couldn't make this shit up it was written way before me You don't know the story or the preface Shorty eat dick, she don't even need a breakfast now You a child, doin' shit to make me jealous She just want Y to slow it down like we in Memphis Keep gold on my necklace Lose yourself just for a second Movin' through the streets like a menace And I'm sleepin' in the lab I'm a chemist, you dig [Ghostface Killah's 2015 Message to Action Bronson] I gave you a grace period, nigga. I 'posed to have destroyed you a long time ago. You go on 'Sports Nation,' kickin' that shit, actin' like yo, you the nigga, and like where I'm at. First of all, you little fat fuck, who gives you the right to even mention my name out your mothafuckin' mouth? Boy, you done made a mistake, boy; You done fucked up man. You know what I mean? Because listen man, You could never fuck with my pen my nigga. My sword, my blade whatever you wanna call it. I'm too nasty for you. This is why the fuck you look up to me, and sound like me